7.29.2005

Had nightmares last night about craving McDonald's food but not being able to bring myself to eat it. (OK, maybe "nightmare" is a strong word. But I so rarely dream at all anymore, and it seems like whenever I do, the dreams have an unpleasant subtext.)

Might have to spend the rest of my life eating vegan organic food. (It's a shame - I abhor tofu.)

Actually, one of the things Morgan Spurlock talked about - McDonald's food as a drug - rang especially true for me. McDonald's is my favorite fast-food place. I've noticed that I can go a long time without eating there, but if I do go (say, I'm in a hurry or taking a trip or whatever), I'm much more likely to eat there again soon. Eventually, I'm back to my once- or twice-a-week habit that I had when I was in college and the McD's was a block away ... until I go on some new health kick and try to drop the fast food.

I haven't noticed this effect with any other fast-food restaurants, but then again, no other fast-food restaurants have those delicious, crispy fries. Mmmm ... fries ...

You really enjoy getting high. Even though it's often a lot of work, theview from the top is almost always worth the effort. Your distance from others makesyour relationship with them rather rocky at times, but they do look up to you. Be verycareful around schools. And stop being quite so focused on the number 5,280!

7.21.2005

Because I've had the book for six days now and have read only two chapters. And I'm a fast reader, dammit! But ooh, the first chapter is so good. And ooh, the second one is good too, even though I don't think Snape is "hot" like somepeople do. I'm also digging how Rowling's prose style is becoming more complex; she's acknowledging that her readers, in addition to her characters, are growing up.

Here is a Harry Potter-related story to keep you busy until I finish reading the book and go into hyper-plot-analysis/when-the-hell-is-the-next-one-being-released mode:

I went to the release party at Barnes & Noble with Stacie and Stephanie. We got there about 11 (it would have been earlier, but the guy ahead of us at the McDonald's drive-through ordered seven Crispy Chicken McSomething-Or-Others, and it was one of those inescapable single-lane-surrounded-by-a-wall-and-a-moat drive-throughs, so we spent probably 20 minutes sitting behind this minivan breathing in carbon monoxide. At one point, I suggested to Stacie that the fumes were making me high. She thought I was being serious - which I so wasn't - and launched into a long tirade about how no one who says they're high is ever actually high. Perhaps she was high).

The store was, of course, full of kids in costumes and adults (mostly) without costumes. We saw a guy walking to the bathroom with what really, really looked like a live tarantula crawling up his shoulder, but when we saw him on his way out from the bathroom, it had gone. My favorite costumes were worm by two adults who had dressed in the sort of outlandishly inappropriate clothing wizards would wear if they were trying to pass for Muggles. Bloody brilliant, I say.

In case you're wondering about the look I went for, I wound up dressing in "none of the above" - black tank top, black capris, gold beaded slippers.

Oh, and just who is that guy with the kinda floppy brown hair who works in the cafe? He's adorable!

We had a line number, and the manager was having us line up 25 at a time. When our turn came, we made our way to the line and asked an employee if we were supposed to go in order of our number (we were near the front of our group) or just go to the end of the line. They said, "End of the line." Stacie said, "Are you sure? Because I thought I heard them say something about lining up in order of your number." They said the end of the line was fine.

So we're standing there, and the manager starts asking where specific numbers are. We speak up, and he says, "Come up here." And then he's rude to us! "You need to be listening when we make these announcements." Stacie said "We did listen - to your employees who told us to get in the back of the line!" But I don't think he was listening.

Then we got up to the cash register, and the cashier was all freaked out that the three of us wanted three books, but Stacie was paying for two of them (she bought Stephanie's book as a birthday present). The cashier said, "Well then, who's paying for the third one?" I raised my hand and tried not to roll my eyes. When the transaction was complete, I thanked her for staying late for us.

And as we walked back past the employees who had told us to get in the back of the line, Stacie explained to them that their mistake had gotten us in trouble with the manager. They suggested we should have punched him in the face. I considered punching them in the face. I was about ready to kill everyone who's ever worked for a Barnes & Noble. Except the coffee guy. He can live.

But the point is, we got out relatively unscathed with books in hand. So now I think I'll go begin Chapter Three. Hopefully I can finish the book before I am inadvertantly exposed to any spoilers.

7.17.2005

I Hate GinMardi Gras (or, Whack-a-Frat-Boy)Abandoned!"No Parties on Sunday"The CigaretteEstoy BorrachaNine Freshmen, One NissanI Have No Gaydar"All About the C---" (most readers will be familiar with this one)

7.13.2005

Hmm. Looks like there's a double entendre in the post title. *grin* It's not intentional, but I suppose it would be one way to forget the day I've had.

The body shop still has my car. For those of you at home keeping track, we are now in the middle of Week Four of my car's surgery. You'd think it had been totaled instead of just dented. When I called last week, they said it was up on the rack "right now" and I'd get it back next week. I called again today and was told they were "waiting for a rack" to put it up on and I'd get it back NEXT week.

Perhaps this body shop simply has a high broken-car-to-rack ratio. Like, 17,000 cars and one rack that they can only work if Duane is in, because there's a trick to this rack, see, and Duane knows how to work it. But Duane's been out a lot, what with his mama being sick and all ... But with all due respect to Duane's mother, I'd really like to drive the car I own sometime before the warranty expires, you know?

So I did the only thing I could think of: I tattled to the insurance company. "Um, hi, this is claim number 87-Y203-6849? I'm calling because I've been in this rental car for, like, three and a half weeks now, and I'm beginning to get worried that you guys won't pay for it much longer ..." They said they'd look into it.

My network connection at work today was severed. I couldn't go online, check e-mail, access our servers, print, or pretty much do anything that required my computer to talk to another one.

Now, keep in mind that this is the second time this week that this has happened - the first being Monday, our production day, when accessing those outside sources is of vital importance. When I called IT on Monday, I moved to another computer and kept an ear out for my phone. Twenty minutes later, I found a voice mail (left in the last five minutes) from a tech saying it was really hard for them to fix my problem if I wasn't going to be at my desk. I returned the call, apologized for working at another desk, and explained the problem again: "I'm on a Mac, and -"

Five minutes later: a call from a much more helpful tech - who, ironically, could not help me. After we tried a few things, she said she'd have to send someone down.

And in another half hour, the person she sent arrived. He fiddled around in the dark, scary server room and pronounced me all better. When I asked him if there was anything I could do myself in case this happened again, he told me the only things he'd recommend would involve hammers. (Later, I found out that's his "solution" to the problem of Macintosh computers' existence.)

That was Monday. Today's episode was much less complicated, but infinitely more frustrating. I have no connection; I call IT; no one calls back for two hours. I return from grabbing takeout to find a message from a friendly IT tech asking me if anyone's helped me yet. I call back and leave a message: no, no one has helped me, and the problem has not gone away. Two hours later, having heard no response, I call again. Finally, he comes in, fiddles around, pronounces me all better. Hurrah.

(Mike, if you're reading this, I used your computer while mine was down, so I apologize if I inadvertantly screwed around with any of your settings. And sorry about replacing your entire iTunes music library with Nickelback songs - that was my bad.)

Our flag football team is only two games into the season, and we already seem pretty demoralized. In the very first game, our quarterback did something to his knee that has required him to drop out for the season. Last night, one of our players hit his head hard - I think he might have a concussion. I have these nightmare visions of the entire team being carried out on stretchers, one by one.

7.12.2005

It's now T minus four days until the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and the question on my mind is: What is appropriate attire for an adult at a bookstore party to celebrate the release of a "children's" book?

Of course I cannot wear the capes, false scars and broken glasses that will no doubt be the uniform for the youngsters in attendence. That would make me creepy. I have a long-sleeved T-shirt with the Hogwarts crest on it (part of my uniform when I worked at the WB store), but a) that's a little bit obvious, don't you think? and b) it's freakin' July.

So right now I have a few options. I can:- dress in the colors of my favorite House (which could be tough, as Ravenclaw's colors are blue and bronze, and I have no bronze)- display a reference to another shibboleth of geekery (Superman, Buffy, etc.). You know, just to let people know I belong there.- go goth. Goth is fun - and kinda witchy.

7.05.2005

Along the highway leading to my grandmother's neighborhood is a small cemetery. There is no fence, no wall, no gate; just a gravel driveway, a few dozen headstones and the traffic whipping by at 40 mph. Next door to the cemetery is a house with an above-ground pool. There is no fence around this property, either, so the gravel driveway is all that separates the yard from the cemetery. I wonder what it would be like to swim ten feet from someone's final resting place. I also wonder what it would be like to come to pay your respects to a loved one and have your reverie broken by a splash fight, or perhaps a game of Marco Polo.

Also.

My grandmother told us that when she dies, she wants to will her gold teeth and fillings to her grandchildren, so we can make a necklace out of gold teeth. I can't tell if she's joking.

More on my weekend later, perhaps, including:- My 15-year-old cousin's newfound love of Jesus (in the form of a 27-year-old fundamentalist Christian/male model), including her baptism at a water park- How we Rollerbladed through the chapel where my parents were married 26 years ago- Is my mom crazy? Quite possibly, but we wuv her anyway.

7.01.2005

If you've ever wanted to know anything about me ever, now is your chance! Actually, the cool thing about this is the link at the bottom to create your own survey. I want to think up some questions like: If you could be any kind of dog food, what would you be?

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey

Name:

Kelly Hudson

Birthday:

April 24, 1981, at 5:20 a.m. (I'm already taking this thing - may as well go the extra mile.

Birthplace:

Vandalia, Ill - I'd imagine in a hospital somewhere

Current Location:

Cincinnati, Ohio (Hyde Park), in my house, on the couch

Eye Color:

Blue-green

Hair Color:

Dark blonde

Height:

5' 7"

Right Handed or Left Handed:

Left-handed

Your Heritage:

Three-eighths Irish, the rest an Eastern European hodgepodge

The Shoes You Wore Today:

Flip-flops

Your Weakness:

Not paying attention

Your Fears:

That I'm not as good a person as I'd like to be.

Your Perfect Pizza:

Chicago-style with pepperoni

Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:

Learn more, be nicer

Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:

Not sure I have one ... possibly the smiley ...

Thoughts First Waking Up:

Where's the remote control?

Your Best Physical Feature:

Lips, I guess.

Your Bedtime:

I try to make it midnight, but it usually winds up being 12:30 or 1.

Your Most Missed Memory:

shrug...

Pepsi or Coke:

Pepsi

McDonalds or Burger King:

McDonald's

Single or Group Dates:

Group

Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:

I'd rather brew my own, thanks.

Chocolate or Vanilla:

Vanilla - but both are fascinating.

Cappuccino or Coffee:

Cappucino - mmm, foamy.

Do you Smoke:

no

Do you Swear:

Yes

Do you Sing:

Constantly.

Do you Shower Daily:

Yes

Have you Been in Love:

Yes

Do you want to go to College:

Already been

Do you want to get Married:

I think I do, someday

Do you belive in yourself:

Most of the time

Do you get Motion Sickness:

Not unless I'm sleeping on a plane or a boat.

Do you think you are Attractive:

No

Are you a Health Freak:

Not really, although I like to be healthy.

Do you get along with your Parents:

Yes

Do you like Thunderstorms:

Yes, except when the lightning has aliens in it. (Just saw War of the Worlds - eee!)

Do you play an Instrument:

I've played piano and flute, but I don't play anything now.

In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:

Heck, I drank in the past hour!

In the past month have you Smoked:

No

In the past month have you been on Drugs:

No, unless lots and lots of caffeine counts.

In the past month have you gone on a Date:

No

In the past month have you gone to a Mall:

Yes

In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:

No

In the past month have you eaten Sushi:

Yes

In the past month have you been on Stage:

No

In the past month have you been Dumped:

No

In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:

No

In the past month have you Stolen Anything:

I stole a pad of Post-its off Leigh's desk today - but I'm giving them back, I swear!

Ever been Drunk:

Yes

Ever been called a Tease:

No

Ever been Beaten up:

No

Ever Shoplifted:

No

How do you want to Die:

What kind of question is that?? How about, "Not, please."

What do you want to be when you Grow Up:

An editor - hey, I did it! Awesome!

What country would you most like to Visit:

I'd like to go back to the British Isles.

In a Boy/Girl..

Favourite Eye Color:

Blue

Favourite Hair Color:

Brown

Short or Long Hair:

Short, short, short!

Height:

Tallish, I guess - my height or taller?

Weight:

Anywhere from medium to stocky build is good with me

Best Clothing Style:

For boys, or in general? Are we back to questions about me again? Anyway, it really doesn't matter to me what the boy is wearing, and as for me, I change my mind on this issue almost daily. I do like goth and '80s, though.

Number of Drugs I have taken:

OK, now we're definitely off the "looking for a boy" questions. Anyway, discounting legal/OTC/prescription, none.